Perhaps the hunger is getting to me even more than the pain. That is saying something – I was close to tears last night during a violent coughing fit. Should you ever decide to get your tonsils out as an adult I recommend you get yourself an ice pack, or even two (you can alternate them), at the ready for your recovery. It, and a Mr Freeze, provided the only shadow of light (hey, I’m down in the dumps, even light is made of shadows) and eventually got me off to sleep.
This morning, I am trying to tell myself my fighting spirit is back. But I am not really convinced it is. I made it downstairs to make toast before running back up to my den, where I am safe from the children (except when the boyf is having his shower and they are free to roam). I even managed to eat it which was a feat in itself. But it is not enough and I think the lack of food is tugging on my morale.
Forgive me for sounding like a stuck record but I have eaten very little in the last few days, and what I have managed to ingest has been as bland as it gets. Much as I am enchanted by the prospect of losing a few kilos, if weight loss and tasty food were each on one side of the scales, the balance would be starting to tip in favour of nosh. I need to get something more than a bit of toast and an ice lolly down me.
In a bid to cheer myself up, I have come up with a list of delicious things that I am looking forward to eating again:
Chocolate brownies. But not any old brownies. I will source an amazing recipe (perhaps I can start my research today) and make my own.
Chocolates melting their warm glow onto my long-suffering tongue. The boyfriend got me a couple of dark chocolate KitKats for my return from hospital but they are still sitting in my bedside table (my pain is maintaining their existence). They will do for starters.
On a savoury note, I am looking forward to eating a bowl of good old spaghetti bolognese. It may sound boring to you, but it would genuinely put a smile on my face.
There are also some things I would like to do if/when I get better:
Go to the Tate Modern. I haven’t been in ages and I love it.
While I’m there perhaps I should try the London Eye. I’ve never been. Shame on me.
Go on holidays somewhere really warm. Perhaps even a weekend break with boyfriend somewhere like southern Portugal. Sun and a bit of rekindling. If he ever wants to rekindle after seeing me writhe around in pain for a week.
That’s it for now. The agony is back on top and I need to get my fighting gloves on.